{*imitating slick rick*} to all my fans, keepin y’all in health let’s tell this whitey ford to go f— himself cause it’s cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin which i create, cause that’s my mission so listen close, to what we say because this type of f*g claims to never be gay, i.

{*rapping normally*} . knew you was jealous from the day that i met you i upset you, cause i get respect i pet you (boy) i’m even liked better by your niece and nephew (c’mon!) and now you hate fred because lethal left you peckerwood mad cause his record went wood no respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood and said, “heck, country western rap records are good!” so he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes he can’t rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha) puts an alb*m out and rules for part of the year then kid rock and limp bizkit come from out of nowhere it’s the start of an era, rock rap’s harder this year no one’s tryin to hear some f—in old fart in a chair sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear so you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea figure you can diss me to jump start your career i punch you in your f—in chest ’til your heart kicks in gear (b*tch) and f— your underground buddy’s nameless crew like i’ma say they names so they can be famous too

[chorus 2x: eminem *sung*] you just a. quitter, and you bitter cause i came along and the days of house of pain are gone and if you talk about my little girl in a song again i’ma kill you (i’ma kill you)

[eminem] yo. heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke to the rap you wrote, your f—in answer back’s a joke and i’ma tell these motherf—in fans the truth the reason why you dissed me first and i answered you you said i p*ssed you in a lobby and i glanced at you like i ain’t notice you? b*tch, i had a show to do! like i’m supposed to be star-struck, come over to you you better shut your f—in mouth while you oh-for-two back in ninety-four limp opened the show for you rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you took your motherf—in dj and stole him too so you fall in a slump and get all emotional so now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings confused as f— cause now your music sucks d*ck mr. mr. *ss kisser to get accepted in rap quicker but never last, and everlast is a.

[chorus] aight listen (look) so this is what we ask of our fans if you ever see everlast, whoop his *ss hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw s— at him kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, b*tch-slap him do it for me, do it for fred, do it for limp do it for rock, do it for rap, do it for kid do it for ice-t, do it just to do it, f— it he’s a b*tch, he ain’t gon’ hit you back, he’s nothin! sh*t in five years we’ll all be “eating at whitey’s” and he’ll be bussin tables in that b*tch, cleanin the toilets aiyyo. f— this, cut this s— off

first off, f— your songs and the s— you say diss my wife, but at least i got a b*tch, you gay you claim to be a muslim but you irish white so f— you fat boy, drop the mic, let’s fight plus i punch you in the chest, weak hearts i rip whitey ford, forty and white, lethargic *ss d*ckhead i keep ’em comin while you runnin out of breath steady duckin while i’m punchin at your chest, you need to rest dilated, go ask your people how i leave ya with your three cd’s, n*body sees, when they released evidence, don’t f— around with real mc’s who ain’t ready for no underground beef, so f— geeks i let you f*ggots know it’s on for life but everlast might die tonight, haha fat boy murdered on wax and killed f*ck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

[chorus: eminem] grab 380’s when you see slim shady call the doctor to heal your heart they shocked you back to life at the clinic but you ’bout to get relapsed any minute honkey, i hit ’em up!

hahaha, yo check this out you f*ggots ain’t even on my level i’ma let d-12 ride on you b*tch-made *ss f*ggots!

[kon artis] yo! get out the way yo, get out the way yo whitey ford’s heart just stopped eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack whitey ford’s gettin his *ss floored for talkin back little f*ggot hamburgular, i show you where the burgers are at your own restaraunt, while i’m servin ya drop and stomp your whole heart ’til it stops call the cops, i’ma beat your *ss while they watch

[kuniva] ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you erik where’s your house of pain now? there’s only one of you erik you a petty coward, you ain’t ready to steady go a round with some killers from 7 mile to the motherf—in (?) bridge

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[eminem] got in his *ss and now this f*ggot wanna mention me still this ain’t no freestyle battle everlast gettin killed with his chest open tryin to throw a f—in punch, but you just chokin havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime cause you suck motherf—er you should learn to rhyme talkin ’bout you packin pistols but it’s funny to me you ain’t never been in trouble, you just wanna be me i’m a paleface killer whale on his way to f—in prison, pistol whippin tail, ha erik remember when i p*ssed you in the lobby that day? that s— was obvious you probably was gay, ha now it’s all about country, you gave up hip-hop forty-nine thousand copies, the week your s— drop while my sales makin records break two and a half million scanned by the second week motherf—er i hit ’em up!

[proof] i’m from detroit’s pemberton ave., where bullets tear you in half f*ck the music, we got an ozzie for all you f*gs get the s— out of our stereo, (proof & eminem) dilated you violated now you ’bout to get annihilated, we gon’ bury you. parasites get chokes up and yoked up all you underground b*tchs get your throats cut

[swifty] what the f— is you stupid? i choke whitey ford with his f—in guitar cord and stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box with sixteen parts, i stomped on his heart d-12, amityville, f— your mother while you watch keep your restaraunt locked and block your door cause we “hit ’em up” like motherf—in tupac shakur

f*ck him, that’s it, i’m done, i promise, i’m done, that’s it i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i promise i just believe in kickin a man while he’s down god d*mn! i quit mention my daughter’s name in a song again you f—in punk aiyyo